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Fated	By : Cle Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 14585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I sit in that chair for what seemed like hours…days?.
Who knows, I’m sure the room has been willed to confuse time. I have tried to request things, anything! But it doesn’t work. Riddle must have figured out how to control the Room of Requirements. I think bitterly. My mouth hurts from having the silver ball in my mouth. I slowly stare at the water nymph's displayed body. Her eyes still remain open and her mouth skewed in undeniable pain. The lower half of her body is covered by a large willow tree. The soft green leaves drape over her like some natural burial shroud. It's the best I can do. I think weakly. I have been practicing my new magic as I've been strapped to his horrific scene. The entire room was covered in wild grass, knee high and wild like my magic. The tree concealed part of the operation light, giving the impression that we were outside. The harsh light filtered through the tangled silver and green wisps. The nymphs lacerated skin sparkled in the reflected light of the room
I was tired. I just wanted to swim to the bottom of that silvered pool and stay there. I've realized that I needed to come up with the next plan. This whole time my main goal was to just help Harry and Ron escape, afterward, I chose to suffer in silence while finding a way to destroy him from the inside. Well... people are being hurt because of me... I view the nymph's body again. Focus...I cant fight Riddle head on, I think about the sickening punch to the nose I graced Riddle with, my knuckles ached from the reminder and I smirk, serves the self-righteous bastard right. Nevertheless, I cannot continue fighting Riddle tooth and nail... and defying him will only get me into situations like this. I think of Harry and Ron, I hope that wherever they are, that it's as far away from Riddle as possible... I needed parchment and ink... and I needed this damned collar off! I will never be able to escape if Voldemort can just pop right to my location and snatch me back to this hell again. I try to break my bonds once more, useless of course. My wrists are rubbed raw ... It doesn't have to be hell... I mean let's not deny that sex with him feels sooo good... it shouldn't but it does...
Think ..think..think... I just can't submit to his evil... it's completely against my moral fiber. I stare at the grass and blue flowers.
I snap my head up a fire in my eyes... however.... yes I need parchment and ink.
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I wake up when I hear the door creak open. Cool gold eyes meet blank black ones.
Riddle's nose was healed, as perfect as ever. He stood and took in the room, viewing the giant willow tree.
" My my you were quite busy weren't you princess?" , He walks to the front of me and raises my chin gently. I stare at him, my eyes devoid of all anger.
" I assume you are ready to behave?", Riddle asks softly. I simply nod is exhaustion.
" Excellent" Riddle purrs.
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one week later.
Chamber of Secrets.
It seems that Riddle only uses the Great Hall for special occasions. Since Harry and Ron's escape, we have held court below Hogwarts. After leaving the Room of Requirement, Riddle has only continued my punishment. For the past week; as if a cruel reminder to any that he was now immortal and even stronger,- I have been forced to go everywhere with him, whether that's the Ministry of Magic; which was now a place to not only regulate the slowly combining magical community but also a place where many never returned. However, a majority of our visits have been Malfoy's Manner or the Chamber of Secrets throne room. That's currently where I am as I'm pulled from my thoughts...
" Hermione?" Says Riddle, He pulls the thick silver chain that connects from the base of his throne and ending connected to my serpent collar. I'm pulled from going over my plans.
" Yes, master?" I ask quietly. I have been behaving since my last punishment, I know that fighting Riddle in the state I'm in will not only lead to more pain, but I could also get people hurt... Like Ginny and whoever else, he has in his dungeon. I'm sitting perched on a fluffy black pillow, directly below Riddle's silver throne. I stare at him with softly simmered eyes. He has not made this week easy for me. He takes me whenever and wherever and I allow it to happen... because well damn it, it feels good!... and because I need him to think I'm warming up to him I quickly add. I stare at Riddle waiting for him to reply.
" I am quite pleased that you are coming around to your position in my reign, in fact, I am taking you to a very important social function tonight, I'm sure you will behave or else repercussions will be made, I've heard that Ginny Weasely will be there, You were friends in school hmm?" Riddle says this as he grabs the silver chain and pulls gently toward him, I sigh as I stand up, raise my thigh high navy blue dress up and straddle Riddle's lap. My center instantly jumps when I come in contact with his body."
" You know we were friends master, you tried to possess her in my third grade, ring any bells? " I say this haughtily and he pulls me closer; I comply.
" Ahh yes, I remember, quite fun actually...you smell divine princess..." He stops talking as he grabs my throat and begins kissing me passionately on the mouth. I'm caught off guard and almost fall off, Riddle steadies me with his arm and pulls me closer. I'm lost in our magic. Both auras, dark and light, dance around us like some kind of mating dance. I lose myself in his scent; cinnamon, leather, ink, and just pure power. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I wantonly moan as Riddle begins to lick and suck my neck, slowly trailing to my clavicle and breast. I want him so bad. I cant describe it really. It's like when our magic isn't at war against each other... when they just coexisted... well it was just awesome. I felt full of power and pleasure and nothing really mattered but-
" Ahem,- My Lord," says a voice.
Tom and I are pulled from our world of pleasure to see Lucius Malfoy and Draco Malfoy standing at the bottom of the dais. Lucius was staring as if they were to be crucoied for disturbing the Dark Lord's makeout session. Draco, on the other hand, was staring with clouded grey eyes. When did they arrive?! I think in mortification. I quickly pull my navy dress down and climb off Riddle. I plop onto the fluffy black pillow and grab the large volume I was reading about Magical Manifesto's and their impact on the magical and muggle community, and hide my reddened face behind it. Great.
Riddle looks amused as he stands up and straightens his attire. " Ahh Malfoy Sr and Malfoy Jr, I hope all is well since the last meeting?" He begins to walk towards the two Malfoys, where they kneel quickly before rising.
" Yes My Lord, also I just wanted to go over tonights...festivities, I surely hope Miss Heartland will be gracing us with her presence?, Narcissa has duly noted... several times.. that she would be extremely upset to remain not on speaking terms with the new queen. Lucius finishes his statement my staring at my collar and then my gold dusted eyes. I stare back in irritation. He's such a pompous peacock I fume silently. Draco has decided to keep his mouth shut, he continued to stare at me with steel grey eyes.
" Hermione will be joining me tonight and I will personally make sure that Narcissa and Hermione are fully acquainted before the night, Now shall we visit Severus in his office?" Riddle says this as he stares at my freshly reddened lips.
" Thank you, My Lord" Lucius bows deeply, before adding "You wouldn't mind if Draco kept Miss Heartland busy? they were schoolmates in these very same walls".,
Draco just continues to stare at me, his arrogance almost matching his fathers
I scoff at his incredulity. Malfoy and I were nowhere near mates at school and the war made sure we were on completely opposite spectrums. I am about to say just this when an idea occurs to me..
" You know I wouldn't mind a few minutes of fresh air, I promise to not escape," I say this sarcastically while pointing to my collar.
Riddle stares at me then Draco before finally saying " Very well, I'm sure even captured princesses need their legs stretched... Draco give myHermione a tour of the new castle...oh and Draco? Riddle walks over to me and swishes his wand, the silver chain binding me to his throne disappears and I'm free... well kinda I fume. Riddle continues to stare at Darco as he helps me up from my pillow.
" Yes my Lord?" , Draco asks, finally breaking his gaze from me to stare at Lord Voldemort.
" I highly recommend keeping your filthy thoughts inside the recesses of your mind or face my wrath... understood", ask Riddle slowly, his eyes bore into Dracos with much ferocity, I could feel Riddle's dark magic.
Draco must have realized that his mental walls have been breached because his face turns pale white, he quickly glances at my confused facial expression, before coughing and saying quickly
" Yes, of course, my Lord! I would never- we are just going to view the castle and the library, I remember how fond... Miss Heartland is with books.." Draco finishes with a red face.
Why is he acting so weird? I mean granted anyone with a sound mind would act weird around Voldemort.. but still...
" Excellent, shall we Lucius?, do behave Hermoine" Riddle kisses my left cheek and apparates away with Malfoy Sr.
The silence is awkward, we stand about three feet away and I start to become self-conscious again.
" Are we going to actually go anywhere or just stand here and reminisce about the good old times, Malfoy?" I ask while tapping my silvered heel in impatience.
Draco finally walks up to me and I can smell his cologne. It's an enticing, a mix of spices and dark coffee. He is a breath away and I have to tilt my head full up to stare at his six-foot frame. I'm caught off guard as Malfoy quietly stares at my lazy golden swirls, my magic was content so they swayed like petals in a summer breeze. He then follows his gaze to my serpent collar, the scaled gold and emerald eyes glinted in warning... finally his clouded eyes find my golden orbs. There his grey eyes look into me... fear and anger are shown in his depths
"Does he hurt you, Granger?" He whispers softly, his eyes soften at my shock.
My mouth opens and closes like some bizarre fish. I continue to stare at Malfoy and he stares at me.
I was prepared for verbal sparring, maybe something about me still being a mud blood in his book, or perhaps a crude joke about Harry and Ron... but not a true concern for my well being.
Draco just stares with clouded grey eyes.
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